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warning/s: overworking, mentions of bad habits like skipping meals and losing sleep.
[6:51 pm]
“you’re overworking yourself.” renjun simply huffs as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt. he wasn’t wrong, but you had so many tasks due and you couldn’t help but glue yourself to your chair.
“just a few more minutes, ren. i promise i’ll come to bed, yeah?” your promises fell on death ears as he raises his eyebrow—clicking his tongue as he starts to tug even harder.
he didn’t like seeing you push yourself so much when he knew that it meant skipping meals, losing sleep and draining yourself of energy.
“woah—babe.” your boyfriend sighs as he catches you in his arms, your exhausted body nearly toppling over when you went to get up.
“it’s okay, i’ve got you.”
AAAA so you know that feeling when you see a cute person in public? yeah that’s what this is inspired by hehe thank you for 90 followers by the way!! i love you all :(
passerby — hrj.
in which you had to do a double take when you saw him for the first time.
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“you won’t believe what happened to me earlier!” you’re giggling as you plop down into the cushioned chair in front of your best friend. her eyebrow tilts upwards—she leans forward while blowing at the hot drink in her hands.
some would say she looked uninterested, but you knew her better than that, “i saw the cutest guy on the way here.”
“no way.” yeeun laughs hearing your story before leaning back against her chair.
“yes way! he had on a green beanie and a white—kind of beige—sweater and he looked absolutely dreamy.”
today had been one of your only free days and it just so happened to match up with yeeun’s schedule. so, naturally, you both had decided to put it to good use. the small cozy shop called neo cafe was located near your campus so you had decided to walk the short 15 minutes it took to get there.
he hadn’t really been doing anything boisterous that had caught your attention, he was simply walking alongside a group of boys, his eyes sparkling as he smiled the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.
“kind of like the one the boy who’s standing in line’s wearing right now?” yeeun’s eyes were trained behind you when you turned around, eyeing the exact boy you saw.
he was smiling just as he had when you saw him, the same group of friends he was walking with were chatting amongst themselves as your mystery boy talked to the cashier.
“…yeah…” your reply sounded breathless as you watched him take his seat a few tables down. he took off his beanie to reveal dark brown hair that looked so soft.
“you’re totally being creepy right now.” you gasp as you turn towards her, chucking a small piece of your bread towards her.
both of your loud laughs seem to have caught the attention of a couple boys sitting across from the two of you, curious eyes watching as you both laugh your hearts out.
“she’s kinda cute, isn’t she..?”
renjun, whose cheeks burn as his friends tease him, smiles a soft smile as he turns away from your table.
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this is a little weird but its so :(( i love huang renjun with my whole heart
starboy » hrj
genre | space theif!renjun x space pirate!reader
word count | 1.7k
summary | infamous space thief, known as the starboy, has singlehandedly ruined your reputation as a member of the great emeraldite fleet. but as fate would have it, he crash lands on your home planet, giving you a chance at redemption
warnings | none really, maybe the tiniest bit of violence?? reader is book one prince zuko coded lmao
based on the story + video planetkid by kickthepj (watching this isn’t required to understand but very recommended)
you know him.
from the moment this mysterious boy tumbles out of his deteriorating vessel into the garden, you recognize him. his face, that of which is plastered on wanted posters and bounty offers across nearly every corner of the universe, is extremely notorious from one galaxy to the next. the space thief. the starboy.
the hinges squeal as renjun pushes the hatch open, poking his mop of messy silver hair through the new opening, bones rattled from the rugged landing, chest burning from the plumes of smoke rising from the busted control panel. he squints through the tinted lenses of his big red glasses against the light glinting off the metal surface of his defective spacecraft.
you cross the yard, quite amused as you watch the clumsy boy trip over his own legs and plummet into the flowers. the breath is knocked from renjun’s scalding lungs as he makes contact with the dirt, and he sputters, pushing himself up from the greenery. you chuckle, and the frazzled boy stares up at you in surprise as you approach him, his hands and knees buried in dirt.
renjun’s eyes trace this new, mystifying silhouette that has appeared in front of him, removing his clunky red glasses from his face. you stand above the flowers in your small garden as if you grew from the soil along with them, and when you smile downward, renjun forgets every star he’s ever seen.
“rough day?” you jab, crossing your arms over your chest. your voice baffles renjun as he gawks up at you; he’s momentarily forgotten that speaking is a normal living function, seeing as in this illusory moment he’s lost his own voice. his mouth opens, but no words spill from his lips.
“i’ll take that as a yes,” you grin cheekily at the dumbfounded boy, stretching your arm down to him to help him up from the ground. suddenly renjun is painfully aware of the absurdity of the moment, and his face is stained a pink color as he grasps your hand and pulls himself up. he brushes the dust from his pants, tucking his glasses away into his back pocket.
he’s utterly entranced as you look over at his mangled aircraft, patting the side with your hand, earning a hollow, metallic noise and a puff of exhaust in return.
“nice piece of junk you got here,” you muse, walking over to peek through the fog clouded hatch renjun had just ungracefully dipped from. renjun watches the way you move. “how long have you had it?”
a moment of stillness passes between you. your eyes find his, a curious look on your face, and only then does renjun realize you’re speaking to him. he shakes his head and clears his ashy throat, the color in his cheeks darkening. “i think.. about 700 years?” he answers. he can feel your eyes igniting a fire in him, and he feels he might soon malfunction just as his ship did.
“700? about time this hunk of metal said ‘abort’ then, huh?” you laugh, making renjun’s heart trip and plunge into his stomach. suddenly he sticks his hand out in front of him. you jump a bit, startled by renjun’s abrupt choice of actions, but you take his hand when he grins at you and states his name.
“huang renjun,” he introduces himself, completely dismissing the fact that giving his full name to someone- allowing it to be connected to his face and not just a faceless fairytale as some might argue- could land him in a world of trouble. somehow, in this moment renjun just doesn’t seem to care. his mind is only filled with the remarkable individual that stands in front of him.
renjun is blissfully unaware that you already know his name, and that this is not the first time he has made your acquaintance.
6 years ago
even before you had started your journey on the ship, you’d always heard stories of the starboy. you just never believed you’d ever see him in person. at least, not so soon. so unexpectedly.
you walk down the hall of the great emeraldite ship that your room is stationed on, room 437D, whistling a tune you’d learned when visiting the next galaxy over. you swing your sword as you saunter, in no sort of rush at all, tapping the wooden walls to the beat of the music playing in your head.
as you approach your door, you hear a quiet ruckus just on the opposite side, causing you to perk up, and as the noise grows louder, you detect that it’s coming from the air ducts just above your quarters. you quietly creep closer to your door and tightly grip the knob, turning it slowly, a bubble of anticipation building up in your chest.
you open the door just enough to peek in, ready to burst in and seize the intruder, but what meets your eye makes you freeze in place.
the space their himself lowers from the duct, swinging his body to land swiftly on his hands and knees on the creaky wooden floor below him. he lifts his head, his hair a sweaty mess, and he looks around, staying low to ground and surveying the room he’s just landed in. he begins to make an inventory in his mind of everything he sees, searching for anything that might be of value to him. an unkempt bed in one corner, a small, cluttered desk diagonal to it. a large window lining one wall, giving a view out into the stars. as he looks around, lifting himself from the creaky wood, he mentally checks off 437D. nothing of worth in this room.
renjun glances back up at the open vent on the ceiling and is just about to climb back into the duct when a glint from the desk catches his attention once again, pulling him back. he eyes the jacket draped on the back of the desk chair, and he smirks, bringing himself to it. from behind the door you continue to watch him, too stunned to do anything at all.
renjun snags the jacket from the chair and turns it in his hands, feeling the shiny exterior, then the silky interior. he’s never seen a jacket quite like it; he never assumed the crew of the emeraldite even had such taste. he flips it behind him, shoving his arms in the holes and pulling it onto his shoulders. a perfect fit.
with his find, renjun disappears back into the vent with a big grin on his face. by the time you can come to your senses and realize what just happened, the starboy is long gone.
causiously you step into your quarters, somehow feeling now that the room has a foreign energy in it. you walk to the center, where the thief had just landed, and you sigh. though you had only just joined the fleet, your talent hadn’t gone unnoticed by your peers and calling you a rookie felt blasphemous. but when news gets out that a fighter such as yourself had allowed the one and only starboy to walk free from your own room without so much as a scratch on his head, you’ll never live it down.
what have you done?
however, you do figure that renjun will be caught one way or another. the emeraldite ship was nothing short of a maze; he’ll surely take a wrong turn somewhere or place his hand just so for the metal to collapse beneath him, sending him sprawling right into his own cell.
but just seconds later, you see a strange ship fleeing from the great emeraldite, and the alarm blares down every hall, red light flashing from every bulb on board. a fiery rage spreads through your body as you watch the criminal, once again, escape his consequences. as the starboy’s ship grows smaller with distance, you feel an incredible sense of guilt and dread.
ever since that incident, the captain emerald’s first priority has been to capture the starboy and imprison him for his crimes. as for you, you were stripped of your title as a member of the emeraldite forces as well as any morsel of pride you had. in his own words, the only way the captain would even consider allowing you back on board was if you brought the thief to him with your own hands.
huang renjun had made a mockery of you without even knowing it.
this boy in your garden has a enormous bounty hanging above his head for ruining the emeraldite’s reputation, and you know you’re about to be showered with praise and riches for your accidental visitor. you relish in the idea of finally earning your honor back and returning to the force, all the while renjun is unaware that just as he’s fallen from the sky, he’s also fallen from grace, right into the palm of your hand.
you shake renjun’s outstretched hand in a friendly manner, stating your name to him in return. as soon as renjun hears it, he knows exactly why it sounds so familiar to him, and his heart begins to hammer dangerously against his ribcage.
renjun had thought that, through all his traveling, all the places he’d been and the beings and creatures he’d met, he’d heard all the possible names anyone could have ten times over. but your name, he’d read stitched on the collar of the stolen jacket. first name and last, it rolled off his tongue smoother than any he’d said before, and this name he’s just heard matches that of the one embroidered on the stolen fabric that he’s sporting at this very moment.
renjun pulls his hand away, alarms ringing in his head, telling him that now you know exactly who he is, and he needs to leave. you see renjun’s demeanor change. his head dips down to his gunk covered boots and he runs his hand through his messy hair that still smells of campfire smoke from the fog billowing from the hatch of his spacecraft. he stumbles over his words as well as his feet as you step closer to him, smirking at his awkwardness.
“maybe i uh- you know, i think that maybe- my ship isn’t that old, i uhm- i can probably just uh, twist some wires and-” renjun bumbles stupidly, taking a step back each time you come closer. he sees you grip the small knife in it’s holder at your side and he turns quickly to reach for the ship’s hatch, but you catch him by the back of your stolen jacket, forcing the boy back into you, and press the cold, sharp metal against the spot just under renjun’s chin. a shiver claws up his spine as your hot breath hits his neck as you speak.
“on behalf of the board of the great emeraldite, you’re under arrest, starboy.”